Chapter Eight: I told him I couldn't lie: I'm now a vampire

FINAL CHAPTER!!

A bunch of red eyed, ravenous vampires stared at me as I sat in a small area of sunlight.

"Bella?" asked Edward. I looked at my bare arms to see diamonds.

A thousand tiny diamonds embedded into my skin.

Its was so beautiful.

Suddenly, a loud crash turned our direction away from my diamond like skin.

A little girl with golden eyes, golden blonde hair, a ring with an X on it, a silver and gold bracelet and perfectly pale skin stood there.

"My name is Angelo Salvatore: Volturi member," she said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I have a gift like no other, the gift to send people back in time. But there is a price, I shall die. I am here to send all of you back in time, far back. I must kill you all first. Carlisle shall be born and be turned over, and from there going in order from: Edward, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice. You shall all be coming to him. I do not know the order in which you will turn, that shall be up to the new fate I will be giving you. Now, stand still. I must kill you all first," she said calmly.

"NO!" I screamed, running forward. Then, Carlisle was on the ground, torn to shreds, then Jasper, then Edward, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, and then Alice.

"You are the only one left little Bell," said Angelo.

"I can't live without Edward," I said, holding my arms to my sides.

"Go ahead," Then, nothing.

Bella Pov. New Start—Angelo's power as worked. Of starts at the begging of Twilight!

MY MOTHER DROVE ME TO THE AIRPORT WITH THE windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favourite shirt –sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

A/N

THE FINAL CHAPTER WAS SHORT!

This is the disclaimer:

ME: I OWN TWILIGHT!

Edward: What the hell are you talking about? Stephanie Meyer does...

Me: Can I dream that I do?

Edward: No

Me: But Eddie-kins!

Edward: Don't ever call me Eddie-kins again

Me*sulking*: I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.

Edward: What about the song it was based off of?

Me: I do not own the song it was based of it, Paramore does.

Edward: Do you own anything in this story?

Me: Angelo Salvatore

Edward: that's it?

Me: Yesh

Edward: You fail Darian, just, fail...

Me*Sulks*: MEANIE EDDIE-KINS! *glomps and tackles to the ground*

Anyway, yeahh, disclaimer up there.

Sorry, but it is now complete... D: